Staple Gun Lover

The bitch is dead.

Spewing hatred from her empty eyes.

She fought back,

Skin under her broken nails,

She never suspected him.

Her beautiful lover boy.

His deathly kiss,

He pinned her to the wall,

Staple gun kisses,

Fastened her down,

Tight as a lover's arms.

She fell for his charms.

Smeared bloody lipstick stuck to his face,

Deathly bite holding its place.

He hated her now,

messed up his life.

Lipstick on his collar

Alerted his wife. 

He loved her scent,

Lingering, clinging, betraying him.

Passionate, rough, it marked too much.

Now together they stroked her hair,

And walked way that adulterous pair. 

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Louise Hogg

Sun 18th Jun 2017 10:41

The two adulterous lovers kill the wife who has discovered their affair. She finds the lipstick on his collar giving him away and so to be rid of her they kill her and walk away.

Robert Mann

Sat 17th Jun 2017 22:17

Louise - I have to admit that the last two lines threw me. 'Together' and 'that adulterous pair' - who died? Like the work a lot though.
Rob

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Stu Buck

Fri 10th Feb 2017 09:48

brilliant. i love reading poetry with a proper good kick to it, something that doesnt shy away from the filthy mess that life often is. thumbs up from me.

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